This stomach bug laughs at me and my silly notions that it has moved on along. It is like the little kid with a cookie, gigging as she hides and eats it (or carefully tiptoeing past Mom, with the cookies hidden in her dress). It gets a BIG laugh out of me rationalizing another round of bathroom issues with "something they ate." And then, it waits until my guard is fully down... waiting for that perfect moment.
Like, when the tired toddler cries, "mama" and I pull him up into my lap and he latches on and nurses contendedly, slowly dozing off, and the world all seems normal again, and then suddenly I'm covered in about 5 gallons of vomit. And Mean Mister Stomach Bug thinks it's totally awesome that he pulled one over on me yet again. I hate that bug.
And my kids are very confused at my calling it a bug. But see, if it's a virus, it's a very rapidly mutating one that the CDC is going to want to study, I think. And there's no fever so it's not following any of the rules for viruses or bacterial infections. I mean, do we have a raging case of E. Coli or what? I don't know what the deal is.
What I do know, is that I've never been one to go all crazy with the Clorox during times of illness. I clean up the messes with my typical cleaning products, toss the fabric stuff in the washer on hot, and go on with life. This time, though, Kenna is coming over and we're sanitizing this place. Mean Mister Stomach Bug will be evicted.
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